E-40 Gouda

Ooh, hustlers are usMy game sharper than an elephant's tuskMe, myself and I the only that I can trustSleep with one eye open finger on the pistol clutch

I got my hands and everything, I'm real instrumentalI'm as real as they come and don't need no bitch potentialWhen I was comin' up there certain things we don't allowLike long fingernails and men arching they eyebrows

Here's another thing I don't condone and don't approveHow all of a sudden snitchin' became cool? I dunnoGamed up I be chewin' on this mack graniteOG Jay be stomped that laced that niggas posted never can

I brought the baddest broad in the whole facilitationAll by way of mouthpiece just by my manipulationI can make it look like I'm at my best when I'm at my worstPersuade the broad to put on the dress and break her for her purse

Ten wraps and a rubber band(Gouda)Three or four more in my other hand(Gouda)Five, ten, fifteen, twenty(Gouda)Twenty-five, thirty, thirty-five, forty(Chalupa)

A day in the life on the soil in caliscrillyaTake the wrong turn and these youngstas out here kill yaWell, I ain't concerned, they love us hustlas and dealersThey wanna tear our houses down so they can build some ikeas

Ooh, just tryna get my point acrossWhere I'm from it's pandemonium and chaosWhere I'm from the lights is off, we use matchesWhere I'm from we do it bare-faced instead of ski masks

Ooh, no more talking on them cellsI heard the federal went ahead and bought Nextels, what?Ooh, over crowded jailsThey got us sleepin' in the gym instead of our own cells

Ooh, put our yeti togetherMe and my investors, we flippin' ten or betterI got some Gouda, got a little bit of cheddarMy medallion got more colors than a peacock feather

Ten wraps and a rubber band(Gouda)Three or four more in my other hand(Gouda)Five, ten, fifteen, twenty(Gouda)Twenty-five, thirty, thirty-five, forty(Chalupa)